I had this idea...it festered, it made characters, it implanted itself into my subconscience, and now, I bring it to you.
Skilene, but not too much. Has Oc's.
Prolouge:The Mystery
The sky was blue reds and browns and yellows began to commandeer the green of the leaves, yet summer was fighting back with it's greatest weapon; heat.
Too much heat, in fact, than even the madagascar and Africa faring penguins could take. Standin on thier "iceburg" they waved to the few visitors, exhausted. Even taking a dip in the pool wasn't helping, the cooling units had broken in the heat, and all the "cool" had come out of the pool.
" Cute..and cuddely boys..."Skipper said.He wavedto the sweaty visitors without much enthusiasm. Rico had givn up and was lying on his belly, panting like a dog. Private and Kowalski were fryign vis in the fishbowl, th only positive note to the extreme heat wave.
" Skipper, this kind of extrmee heat, it's dangerous." Kowalski said.
"Not to mention the concrete is burinng the bottom of my feet!" Priavte complained. tonen the red steaming burns on his feet.
" Just a few meer minutes, Kowalski...It's almsot closign time..." And with that, Skipper collasped.
Luckily, Alice was nearby. " Oh great, I thought I told them to get those cooling untis fixed...it better not be dead!"
The penguins found themselves in cages, and to the vet they went, and into a dafe, air-conditioned room.
" Now, now, little fellas, your veilig here. " The Doctor said.
" Uh, should I stay and make sure their condition remains stable Doctor?" zei pre-med student. He was a short, skinny boy with large glasses and dirty-blonde hair, and a face dotted with leftover pimples from not-so-long geleden puberty.
" I suppose that will be all right. Be sure to tell me if anything happens." The doctor answered as he walked away.
" T-totally." the student said.
" Kowalski, what jsut happened?" Skipper asked as he came to.
" u had a heat stroke. It appears somone forgot to fix our air conditioning units in time for us to adapt to the quickly wariming enviroment...Skipper?!"
The student had taken Skipper out of his cage, and pulled out a rather large needle.
" Gonna hafta make this one quick!"
" Whoa! Who what the...AAAaOOOAAAA!" Skipper yelled as the needle sunk into his netheregions, and stayed in a little longer than expected. The studnet threw him bakc onto the cage.
The doctor ran into the room. "What's going on in here-ugh!" he yelled before being pushed over door the "student". The young man ran out the door, putting the syringe and needle back into his pocket.
" That crazy doctor oughta pay me a little meer for this...."
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A dag later
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Skipper stood on the concrete "iceburg" a pack of actual ice strapped to his bottom.
"If I ever see that punk again, I'll be the one with the element of surprise." He mumbled.
His team had gine out out get sno-cones, which Skiper didn't relly feel up to do dong much, but now wished he had gone, he was bored now. He looked over to Marlene's habitat, and saw she too had strapped an ice packnear her tail-reigion, and looked as upset as he was. Sensing conspiracy, he hopped over, wincing as he went, to her habitat.
" Marlene, u wouldn't happen to need that ice-pack because ...."
" Some stupid kid stuck a needle into me, and it HURT. Even worse than those regular shots do...oh my goodnes...you to? Did it happen to anyone else?"
" Negative...it seems that punk targeted just us for some reason. But I have a feeling that he might be taking orders..."
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" Yo, Doc. I got the pinguïn male and female otter DNA u wanted..."
The teen zei as he walked through the awfully cliche dimly lit labatory, going door the cages of creatures you'd only see in your nighmares.
A wirey tall man, shrouded in shadows, grabbed the flasks with wirey hands.
" From the designated genetically matched ones?"
" Central park otter, central park penguin.."
" The leader of the rookery?"
" I made sure, the one with the flat head. Now when do I get paid-"
The strange scientit threw a bag of money at the boys feet. He grabbed the sack and ran out, happy to have gotten his rewards.
The shadowed amn smield at the DNA-filled flasks.
" Time to make a little money..."
Skilene, but not too much. Has Oc's.
Prolouge:The Mystery
The sky was blue reds and browns and yellows began to commandeer the green of the leaves, yet summer was fighting back with it's greatest weapon; heat.
Too much heat, in fact, than even the madagascar and Africa faring penguins could take. Standin on thier "iceburg" they waved to the few visitors, exhausted. Even taking a dip in the pool wasn't helping, the cooling units had broken in the heat, and all the "cool" had come out of the pool.
" Cute..and cuddely boys..."Skipper said.He wavedto the sweaty visitors without much enthusiasm. Rico had givn up and was lying on his belly, panting like a dog. Private and Kowalski were fryign vis in the fishbowl, th only positive note to the extreme heat wave.
" Skipper, this kind of extrmee heat, it's dangerous." Kowalski said.
"Not to mention the concrete is burinng the bottom of my feet!" Priavte complained. tonen the red steaming burns on his feet.
" Just a few meer minutes, Kowalski...It's almsot closign time..." And with that, Skipper collasped.
Luckily, Alice was nearby. " Oh great, I thought I told them to get those cooling untis fixed...it better not be dead!"
The penguins found themselves in cages, and to the vet they went, and into a dafe, air-conditioned room.
" Now, now, little fellas, your veilig here. " The Doctor said.
" Uh, should I stay and make sure their condition remains stable Doctor?" zei pre-med student. He was a short, skinny boy with large glasses and dirty-blonde hair, and a face dotted with leftover pimples from not-so-long geleden puberty.
" I suppose that will be all right. Be sure to tell me if anything happens." The doctor answered as he walked away.
" T-totally." the student said.
" Kowalski, what jsut happened?" Skipper asked as he came to.
" u had a heat stroke. It appears somone forgot to fix our air conditioning units in time for us to adapt to the quickly wariming enviroment...Skipper?!"
The student had taken Skipper out of his cage, and pulled out a rather large needle.
" Gonna hafta make this one quick!"
" Whoa! Who what the...AAAaOOOAAAA!" Skipper yelled as the needle sunk into his netheregions, and stayed in a little longer than expected. The studnet threw him bakc onto the cage.
The doctor ran into the room. "What's going on in here-ugh!" he yelled before being pushed over door the "student". The young man ran out the door, putting the syringe and needle back into his pocket.
" That crazy doctor oughta pay me a little meer for this...."
--------------
A dag later
--------------
Skipper stood on the concrete "iceburg" a pack of actual ice strapped to his bottom.
"If I ever see that punk again, I'll be the one with the element of surprise." He mumbled.
His team had gine out out get sno-cones, which Skiper didn't relly feel up to do dong much, but now wished he had gone, he was bored now. He looked over to Marlene's habitat, and saw she too had strapped an ice packnear her tail-reigion, and looked as upset as he was. Sensing conspiracy, he hopped over, wincing as he went, to her habitat.
" Marlene, u wouldn't happen to need that ice-pack because ...."
" Some stupid kid stuck a needle into me, and it HURT. Even worse than those regular shots do...oh my goodnes...you to? Did it happen to anyone else?"
" Negative...it seems that punk targeted just us for some reason. But I have a feeling that he might be taking orders..."
------------
" Yo, Doc. I got the pinguïn male and female otter DNA u wanted..."
The teen zei as he walked through the awfully cliche dimly lit labatory, going door the cages of creatures you'd only see in your nighmares.
A wirey tall man, shrouded in shadows, grabbed the flasks with wirey hands.
" From the designated genetically matched ones?"
" Central park otter, central park penguin.."
" The leader of the rookery?"
" I made sure, the one with the flat head. Now when do I get paid-"
The strange scientit threw a bag of money at the boys feet. He grabbed the sack and ran out, happy to have gotten his rewards.
The shadowed amn smield at the DNA-filled flasks.
" Time to make a little money..."
